The Art of Poetry.
Pirouette (Whirling on the toes)
© February 23, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

He was sitting around,
Tending to his business.
Having nothing better to do –
He just got bored,
He played around,
He played pirouette.

The people they just laughed
and stared and they all called him names.
And for what I ask you
By they’re acting so lame.
He’s just playing pirouette

Pirouette, pirouette
He’s doing it without his shoes
Pirouette, pirouette
The sad thing is he just stepped in doggy doo.